By Mommy Emily I spent the greater portion of my life trying to be successful. I thought it was what we were supposed to do, as humans. But worse than that—I thought success was the mark of a blessed Christian. If God loves you He’ll bless you, says the Prayer of Jabez and North…

Post by Jeanne Damoff, Lulu Tree Board Director I live in a comfortable home in a nice neighborhood in a big city in the United States of America. I drive a dependable car and shop at grocery stores that sell organic coffee beans and roasted sea-salt beet chips. I have two laptop computers and a…

By Mommy Emily I live in a tiny village north of the US border, tucked amongst snowy fields and red silos. I look out my window and see deer walking down our road. And across the highway, a huge Co-Op. It’s a Co-Op that offers everything from gloves to paint to groceries, and it’s not…

It was Ontario, mid-summer. I was 27 and weeding my mother’s flower bed while she lay inside, comatose. She’d been asleep for 30 hours. She was sick with brain cancer and my husband and I had decided to move close to my parents to take care of her. And that’s when I heard God say…

By Mommy Emily The Lulu Tree was born four years ago in Uganda, in the midst of one of the hardest years of my life. A year in which I had every reason to stop believing. But I clung. My husband and I clung. The Buddhists say to cling is to suffer. Christians, however,…

By Mommy Emily We arrive to a throng of people alive with hope the color of the lush green forests around them. They begin few – three miles out – a few young men and boys able to run the distance. Then they’re joined by school children in blue uniform, marching and singing. Soon the blue is joined by an array of yellows, reds and purples–women swaying hips and clapping hands and laughing as Sonnel’s Jeep motors slowly into Massaralie, the home…